He growls, lifting me and putting me on the edge of the desk. He kneels in front of me and pulls my shoes off of me and then my pants. My white panties are no match for him as he rips them off of my body and puts them in his pants pocket. Why is that so hot? Then his mouth is on my pussy and I am lost. Straight lost. My hands tangle in his hair as I pull him closer to me. I don’t even want to think about why he’s so good at this.
I don’t have a lot of time to think about that because my toes curl and I scream his name as I come. I pull him up to me and kiss him. I can taste myself on him and I love how filthy that is.
“Paul,” I moan, needing more from him. I fumble with his utility belt, but he stills my hands and removes it himself, setting it on the desk beside us. I go back to his regular belt and get that off. His pants open and he lets them fall to the floor. I get his underwear down just enough and before I can say anything, he sinks into me slowly. I wince when he pushes past my cherry. Oh my God, I’m a woman now and I feel invincible. A bit like a goddess being worshipped.
“Are you alright? I didn’t know,” he whispers in my ear, but he doesn’t slow down his thrusts. I don’t want him to.
“I’m fine. Give me more,” I demand, and he starts thrusting into me as if his life depends on it. He bites my shoulder as he moves within me. That little bit of pain gives me so much pleasure. I tighten my thighs around his waist and meet him, thrust for thrust.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks.
“No,” I moan.
“Good,” he says as he fills me with his seed. I can feel each pulsating burst of his cock as he does so.
“Oh, God,” I scream as I come, thoroughly enjoying the thought of carrying this man’s babies. He pulls out of me roughly. I look down between us and see the evidence of my innocence on him and he does as well. He growls as he kisses me again.
“You’re mine, little Jodi. You know that don’t you?” he demands roughly, and I nod my head. “Words, Sugar.”
“I know you own me,” I answer, clinging to him. I never, ever want him to let me go.
“Your first time should have been in a soft bed somewhere with music and candles.”
“This was better,” I reply.
“Why?”
“Because we didn’t wait. Waiting would have made me achy and I don’t like to be achy,” I say hoping off of the desk. “Can I have my panties back?” I hold my hand out to him.
“No. Those are mine now. A little souvenir of the day,” he says, making me frown. I watch in what I can only describe as distress as he tucks himself back into his underwear and pulls his pants up, fastening them.
“Why would you need a souvenir? I thought I was yours now.”
“Make no mistake about that, Jodi. You are mine.” I smile and kiss him again. He’s so big and I can’t believe he’s mine too.
We finish getting dressed and clean up the mess we made. In the process, we also find the employee list so he can have a detective run the robber down. I totally forgot about the robber. How does he do this to me? Before we leave, I also call corporate and speak to the loss prevention department and Calvin again. He assured me he’d be there in the morning and he begged me not to quit. I assured him that I wouldn’t. It was a disgruntled employee and not likely to happen again, right?
“Are you going to be okay to drive home?” he asks after he walks me to my car.
“Yep. I’m totally good,” I assure him because I am, even if my legs are like jelly right now.
“I’ll be by to pick you up at seven. That’s when my shift ends. You’ll spend the weekend with me?”
“Yes,” I say. I really want to say that I’ll stay forever but given that we literally just met, I don’t want to let my crazy show so soon.
I hate that I am driving away from him right now, but I know that I’ll see him soon.
As soon as I walk in the house, I smell spaghetti, my favorite food, and head into the kitchen. Who knew getting robbed and fucked would make me so hungry? It’s almost time to sit down to dinner, so everyone is already at the table. Flora looks up at me.
“Oh my God, you had sex,” she says loudly. Both my dad and little brother jerk their heads to look at me. I checked myself in the rearview mirror before I got out of the car. I don’t look any different, but I sure feel different.